How ridiculous is the world of mortals? Time makes people grow old.
The moonlight is long, who is the king of the world and who is the only one in the world, and who is dancing, writing, playing the flute and playing the piano?
"General Iron-Blooded, have you forgotten that we wanted to watch the flowers bloom and fall together, and the clouds roll and the clouds bloom?" The young man in blue looked fixedly at the tree trunk, and his voice was hoarse and weak, "If you lied to me, you have lied to me for long enough."
After a long while, he closed his eyes lightly, and a line of clear tears silently slid down his cheeks.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. I still have half my life, enough to wait." The voice came suddenly, but it was so low that it was almost a whisper.
It is a whisper to the lover's heart.
Iron-Blooded General, where are you?
"Young Master, what you said is wrong," the iron-blooded general, who had no time to change his armor, said with a smile, "For me, nothing is more important than Young Master."